This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ...Willy. I shouldn't have known. What else have you got there (they turn over leaves of book)? Ha! I know what that is. Frank. Oh, you do, do you 1 Willy. Yes, it's a g-rl. Frank. You understand them, then? 1 Willy. I think I do, rather. Frank. Well, if so, I believe you are the first man that has. But I can't show you ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ...Willy. I shouldn't have known. What else have you got there (they turn over leaves of book)? Ha! I know what that is. Frank. Oh, you do, do you 1 Willy. Yes, it's a g-rl. Frank. You understand them, then? 1 Willy. I think I do, rather. Frank. Well, if so, I believe you are the first man that has. But I can't show you any more now, I must get to work (arranges things, and begins sketching). Willy. Do you like gwrls? Frank. Yes, I like them when they are nice. Willy. There is a nice one over there (points to cottage). Frank. Is there? Willy. Yes, there's two of them, both nice. I am going to have the nicest. Frank. Oh, you are engaged, are you? Willy. I haven't told her yet, but I shall have her. Frank. Indeed! You are a rich man, then, I suppose? Willy. Yes. Frank. I thought you must be, to be able to pick and choose, and make such a certainty of it. Willy. It isn't that, though father has 260 acres to farm. Frank. How do you manage it, then? Willy. If she don't marry me, I shall kill her. Frank. Oh, indeed! That is the way of it, is it? (aside) This must be the Softy I heard of. But don't bother now, there's a good lad; go and look after your butterflies, or your Polly, or whatever her name is (draws). Willy. She isn't Polly; she is a lady. But I ain't going after her, except in my best--this suit is for butterflies--Sunday suit for courting. Lovey, lovey, lovey, I love you, &c. (Exit.) Frank. Queer sort of beggar; hardly safe to run loose, I should think (goes on drawing). After all, I ain't sorry to get out of town and down into the fresh green country. I believe T should be far happier were I to regularly go in for painting instead of only playing at it. Better give it up altogether, or stick to it entirely. Art will have no half worship; but we...
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